" You seem awfully concerned about this guy,” Jeoff stated. “More than a disobedient lone wolf merits. Has he hurt someone in the pride?”
“In a sense. He threatens my mate.”
That was one way to stun an opponent.
“You? Mated? You have my condolences.”
Arik frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s always sad when a man gets shackled to a ball and chain. Next thing you know, you’ll be taking ballroom fucking dancing, calling everything ‘ours’, losing your closet to shoes, and having to watch romantic comedies instead of going to the bar with the boys.”
“I’ll also be having incredible sex multiple times a day.”
“You could have had that without having her shackle you.”
“I’m the one who claimed her.”
“Why? Why would you do that?” Jeoff shook his head. “Don’t come crying to me when she makes you wear an ugly sweater at Christmas.”
“I won’t cry because I’ll make sure you and I have matching ones, given to you publicly, so you can’t refuse. I’ll have Hayder take a picture, and I’ll post it on every social media site I find.”
“You’re an evil king, Arik.”
“Thank you.” He couldn’t help a smug smile. "

― Eve Langlais , When an Alpha Purrs (A Lion's Pride, #1)